Reinventing the Millennium

Maybe it’s because I’m too tired from running around recently, or maybe it’s because the wind and cold are too severe.

The next morning, when Fang Zhuo hummed a song and called Yu Hong to go to the law firm after washing up, there was only a vague response mixed with coughing in the room.

Boom, boom, boom.

Fang Zhuo knocked on the door and said worriedly: "Xiao Yu, do you have a serious cold? Is your head hot? Is it convenient to come out? I will take you to the hospital. What can't we do is that it is convenient to see a doctor."

Yu Hong in the room was so angry that after a while she struggled to get up from the bed and put on her clothes.

"Xiao Fang, do you have any humanity?"

Fang Zhuo looked at Yu Hong carefully, and instead of teasing her this time, he said seriously: "You don't look good. Let's take you to the hospital."

He took two steps, stretched out his hand to touch Yu Hong's forehead, and then used his backhand to test the temperature of his own forehead. He felt that hers was slightly warmer.

"Come on, it's at least a low fever. Did you go to Luzhou yesterday to catch the wind?"

Yu Hong drank a cup of hot water gurglingly and refused: "Go ahead and go ahead. It's not like I have no legs. I can just go to the door clinic to take a look later."

"Really? Can you do it?" Fang Zhuo confirmed.

Yu Hong replied tenaciously: "The marketing director can't say no!"

"Okay, don't forget to go."

Fang Zhuo took the bag and simply turned around and went out to the law firm.

In just two seconds, the footsteps gradually faded away.

There was still a stubborn look on Yu Hong's face, and it was hard to believe that Fang Zhuo had just left.

One minute, two minutes.

The other party did not open the door and come in.

Well, that’s how ruthless people are when they’re bosses.

Yu Hong laughed at herself and took out the cold medicine and drank it according to the dosage. She sat there for a while, wanting to turn on the computer and look at the website but felt inexplicably not in the mood.

After dozens of minutes like this, Yu Hong returned to the room feeling dizzy, lay down on the bed and fell asleep again.

Drowsily, she heard the knock on the door again. When Yu Hong opened her eyes, she felt that her head and throat hurt.

"Xiao Yu? Is Xiao Yu here?" Fang Zhuo's voice came from outside the door.

Yu Hong said feebly: "Here you are, what time is it?"

"It's noon, is it convenient for me to come in?" Fang Zhuo asked.

"Come in." Yu Hong's clothes were still the same as those she had put on when she got up in the morning.

The door was pushed open, and the light outside was a bit dazzling.

Yu Hong watched Fang Zhuo approach in confusion, watching his hand put on her forehead.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be that hot anymore. Have you gone to the hospital?" Fang Zhuo took back his hand and asked with concern.

Yu Hong chose to tell a little lie: "I went to the clinic."

"Did you get the medicine again? Did you get the injection or did it cause water leakage?" Fang Zhuo continued to ask.

"Medicine." Yu Hong replied succinctly, then changed the subject, "Why are you back? Have you finished handling the matters at the law firm?"

Fang Zhuo said lightly: "Aren't you worried that something will happen to the marketing director? The law firm needs to review the contract terms. We also need Sequoia's standard contract, so it's not a big problem."

Yu Hong remembered that her boss had said before that Shenxin Technology Innovation would have some new terms, but she didn't say anything at this moment. She just shrank and pulled the quilt, feeling a little cold.

"Are you coming back from dinner when you go to bed now?" Fang Zhuo asked again.

Yu Hong replied in a low voice: "I haven't eaten."

Fang Zhuo said in surprise and pride: "I ate it."

Yu Hong wished she could get up again and kick him out, but the state of her body made her just glare.

Even if he stares, he is limp and has no strength.

Fang Zhuo smiled at Director Xiao Yu: "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you outside. You know the restaurants outside our community. Tell me, I'll run errands for Director Yu."

"No appetite." Yu Hong felt the dryness on her lips and shook her head, "I'll get up and buy it myself later."

"Don't do everything by yourself. You have to buy it yourself at this time." Fang Zhuo walked to the door and suggested, "How about I cook you some porridge?"

Yu Hong refused: "I don't want to drink porridge, I will buy it myself later."

Fang Zhuo shrugged: "Okay, then I'll sit in the living room for a while. If you can do it this afternoon, I have to go to the law firm."

Seeing her boss about to walk out of the room, Yu Hong suddenly muttered: "I want to eat the gnocchi made by my dad."

The voice was a little weak.

Fang Zhuo didn't hear clearly, stopped, turned around and said, "What do you want to eat?"

"There's nothing sold nearby. I like to eat the noodles my dad made for me when I was a kid." Yu Hong's strong will was eroded by her physical condition, and she sighed, "Later, he went to work out of town, and he didn't eat noodles for a long, long time. It’s lumpy.”

During the Spring Festival, she went to Shanghai to accompany her mother and younger brother, and then she was busy with work. Coupled with the special nature of her father's position, Yu Hong only met him in a hurry and didn't say much.

At this time, she was sick and unable to work, and she suddenly recalled the warm noodles from a long time ago.

"Oh? What a coincidence, I can." Fang Zhuo didn't express much emotion. He heard the problem and solved it.

He raised an index finger: "Gnocchi, right? I'll make it. I'll ask you to get up and eat it later. This can be made quickly."

Uh, uh, this...

Yu Hong's fragile mood suddenly disappeared.

Soon, there was movement in the kitchen, kitchen knives and chopping boards were fighting, pots, bowls and shovels were playing.

Yu Hong felt that Fang Zhuo had already walked in with a bowl of noodles in just a moment's notice.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang, come on, come on, Director Yu, please taste the dough on my hands to see if it tastes like childhood." Fang Zhuo pulled a stool to the bedside, put the bowl on it, and said with a smile.

Yu Hong hadn't eaten for two meals, so when she smelled the food, she immediately felt hungry.

She sat up halfway, took a bite with a spoon, and said in surprise: "It's delicious. How could you make it?"

"Because it's not difficult." Fang Zhuo smiled matter-of-factly, "Mix three spoons of water with two spoons of flour to make a paste. This is the golden ratio. Cut some shredded meat, and then use diced tomatoes to make the soup. Finally, add Use a slotted spoon to pour the batter into the soup little by little.”

"I saw there were mushrooms in the kitchen, so I put them in with the vegetables."

Yu Hong drank the noodles and listened to this talk. She felt that life was so wonderful. She never thought that Fang Zhuo could do this.

The internet boss and the noodle chef blend perfectly.

She drank less than half the bowl before she said, "You didn't say chili, did you put some chili powder in it?"

"Oh, yes, it's for seasoning. I thought people with colds would have no taste in their mouths, so it would taste more delicious. How about it? Does it taste like childhood?" Fang Zhuo asked with a smile.

Yu Hong lowered her head and stirred the gnocchi with a spoon. This method seemed to be different from what her father made for her when she was a child.

This doesn't feel like childhood, but it feels more like now.

Both are equally good.

"Well, your skills are better than my dad's."

After Yu Hong finished drinking a bowl, she was still full of contentment, and her whole body seemed to be full of strength.

"Another bowl?" Fang Zhuo kept sitting next to him and observing his words, "I'll serve it to you."

"No, I'll do it myself." Yu Hong got out of bed. The warmth in her stomach made her in no mood to talk about her childhood. "I'll go to the law firm with you in the afternoon."

Fang Zhuo refused: "It's okay, I can be alone. Since you have seen a doctor, you can rest at home."

"I lied to you. I came back from the law firm just in time to check it out, so as not to affect my future work." Yu Hong calmly stated the reason, holding the bowl and chopsticks in her left hand, and waved her right hand vigorously, "That's all."

Fang Zhuo was startled, what's so good about this thing?

It seems that although Director Xiao Yu has a very sassy personality, he is still a bit baffled by women.